By Dr. Arne Vainio
News From Indian Country

We could hear the wind beating the freezing rain against the side of the house all night long. As day broke, we saw the trees were encrusted with a thick layer of crystal clear, shiny ice. It was magical, and the icy branches were like lenses reflecting the moving trees.

As I went outside to look at it, I could hear a tree, heavy with ice, crash behind the house.